[identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
PoKer niGHt at RavENclaw BaR!
TwICe a mOnTH

The fliers weren't the most expertly drawn, or lettered for that matter. But that's what Bobby got for hiring out some of the house elves to do the work. Things had gotten quiet at Hogwarts, even too quiet for the hunters to stand without getting too restless.

Back home, Bobby had hosted a poker game for any and all hunters within the state at least two or three times a month. Now that Dean was back and getting settled in, he felt like it was time to start that tradition up again.

So he sent out the house elves with fliers directing any interested parties towards Ravenclaw bar. It had been properly stocked with enough beer and liquor, as well as food. There were tables set up with poker chips and cards, enough for more than a few to start up their own games.
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
The Sorting Hat kept up with the trends! It knew that the world was scheduled to end on May 21, and all the righteous would be uplifted to Heaven.

Since the Sorting Hat knew itself to be the wisest and most righteous being of all, it came to the most logical conclusion.

Upon waking from a nap on the afternoon of the 21st, and realizing it was still at Hogwarts, the Hat understood that it was already in Heaven.

Hogwarts was heaven.

"Halos and harps for everyone!" the Hat decreed.

And so it was. House elves brought everyone gilt halos and strap-on wings and hand-held harps, or autoharps, or the occasional harmonica (the house elves had taken to tasing one another for fun, and their mental acuity was not what it once was). The Great Hall (still home to the wax display of Hatsguard Heroes, mind you) was bedecked in white draperies, tinsel, and leftover battle fog from the Harkonnen Dining Experience machines (the Hat felt this would create a cloudlike effect). Angel food cake and ambrosia were the evening meal. Oh, and cans of Red Bull ((at player suggestion, because it GIVES YOU WINGS)).

Debbie Gibson's BELINDA CARLISLE's "Heaven Is a Place on Earth" was piped through WART, the insipid soundtrack of Hat Heaven. Alternating with the Elvenking cover of same ((thanks to Igor-mun)).
[identity profile] i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com
The encounter with Delirium in the Popcorn Room had disturbed A deeply. He hadn't realized quite how changed he was until suddenly his mind had been back then. Wishbone's welcome distraction had gotten him away from her, but he still felt the weight he'd spent the last few years pulling himself out from under.

He tried to focus. It wasn't planting time yet, but he'd drawn out plans for new beds in his garden, butterfly-attracting flowers around the gazebo, and the worked the dirt there now, preparing. It gave him something to think about that was now.

As long as he could keep from looking at his inevitably bleeding scraped knuckles...
[identity profile] grandmasteryoda.livejournal.com
Cards from Codex to:

Francium. )

Dieter. )

Igor. )

Nemo. )

Marcus. )

Sakon and Ukon. )




Gifts and such from Megan:

Igor! )

Sage and Rat! )

Maddie! )

Dean! )

Rose! )




Valentine's presents:

Baron Harkonnen. )

Jasper. )

Dethklok. )

Professor Homsar. )




Not-presents from Lee:

Methos. )

Raistlin. )

Castiel. )




Something confused from Sokka:

Ty Lee? )

Kurama and... Mr. Kurama? )




From Aayla, there are a bowl of fortune cookies under a tiny Christmas tree in the Gryffindor common room, with "Merry Christmas - From Aayla Secura" on the bowl. The fortune cookies are not cursed, drugged, or in any way tampered with--they just have happy messages inside.




From Santa Yoda:

To R2-D2 and C-3P0: )

To Rat: )

To Tenel Ka: )

To Coraline: )

To Toki and the Shoggies: )

To Dieter: )

((And because I think it's hilarious, the voices of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda from Star Wars: The Clone Wars did their own version of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas this year. Obi-Wan, Cad Bane, and Ziro doing How The Grinch Stole Christmas last year was pretty fun, too!))
[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items.

(Beowulf hadn't been much help at all; he was busy worrying about missing Yule Goat gifts, and haranguing house-elves to bring him replacements so no one would go ungifted. Many copies of the Tarvunty would be given out, from the sound of it.)

The enchanted ceiling of the hall offered an unobstructed view of the evening sky: clouds painted in brilliant shades of coral and lavender, fading to pale gold toward the horizon.

Luxurious black satin tablecloths covered the rows of tables, and places were set with exquisite crystal goblets and sterling silver cutlery. Elegant candelabras were scattered across the tables, and a much greater multitude of candles had been enchanted to hang in the air like fireflies -- and not drip wax -- at such a height that only Smaug might be in peril of bumping into any. Deep crimson draperies adorned the tall windows, tied back with black cords.

Several enormous fountains featuring somewhat morbid sculptures had been placed around the hall, quietly flowing with red wine, and there was also an assortment of tall fir trees, festively decorated for the Yule holiday.

A, Skwisgaar, and Beowulf all had places of honour at the head of separate tables: the Hufflepuff prefects' chairs were draped with graceful lengths of black and gold velvet, and the Gryffindor prefect's with red and gold velvet, to set them apart from the rest.

One row of tables had been designated exclusively for food and drink, and they were differentiated by their crimson tablecloths. Per Skwisgaar's request, Berwald Oxenstierna had been hard at work all day preparing a proper Swedish smörgåsbord: there was gravlax, kroppkakor, Swedish meatballs (of course), pickled herring, a variety of tasty items for open faced sandwiches, ostkaka, waffles with a selection of toppings (jam, whipped cream, ice cream), chokladboll, and kladdkaka. A had been equally busy, preparing a roast lamb, brussels sprouts, panettone, and, also by Skwisgaar's request, homemade lingonberry jam. In addition, a small area was set up with stacks of fresh baked butter cookies, along with bowls of icing and various toppings to decorate them with, should any guests wish to.

The presence of Valentine Wolfe, who had arrived with Vladimir Harkonnen to deliver the booze ahead of time, assured that several of these items would undoubtedly be drugged, unbeknownst to any of the prefect hosts.

Outdoors, on the lawn, wood was piled high for Beowulf's festive bonfire. He had tried to transfigure it all into one gigantic Yule log, with little success; here and there, the lengths of lumber appeared to have melted into one another and recongealed into their proper consistency, but it was still just a pile of firewood for the most part. Overenthusiastic house elves had added bits of furniture to the firewood. A safe distance from the firepit, a sleigh sat mired in mud; it was filled with nothing but heaps of fur robes. When dinner was over, Beowulf would blow his golden horn and lead the revelers out to light the fire.

But first: food! and the exchanging of presents!


(( OOC note: Any item may be safe or may have been spiked by Valentine, at your wish. If spiked, the nature of the character's altered state is entirely up to the player. Since we already have a chocolate plot running thanks to the enchanted water, Valentine's spiked goodies may alter or nullify the effects that the enchanted water may have induced. as the player sees fit. Or it may leave those effects in place and simply add another simultaneous effect. The more, the merrier.

One more thing: If your characters become inclined toward NSFW action, please split it into a separate post rather than RPing the NSFWness in the party post. Ditto for anything triggery -- anything that you'd normally put a warning on. Putting it in a separate post as a closed RP means you can put the appropriate warning right on the label, with a nice LJ-cut for everyone's protection. ))
[identity profile] my-soul-itches.livejournal.com
So here's a thought exercise.

SPOILERS for Pixie Strikes Back, X-men: Second Coming, and Hellbound. ) Yeah. Good times.

Megan came back to Hogwarts, less bloody and concussed than last time, but somehow twenty times more beaten-down. There was a limit, and she had just about reached it.

Moping was not going to help her. If she started thinking about it--any of it--she might very well start screaming and never stop. Instead, after 'porting back, she slipped very quietly into the kitchens and enlisted the help of several house elves. They tried to do all the work, but she needed something to do to keep her in constant motion, something to keep her from thinking.

After a sleepless night, she set out trays with heaps of baked goods in the Great Hall, all with the lumpy appearance of genuinely homemade treats. She taped up her sign ("Free! Guaranteed NO HEXES OR POTIONS!") and sat back with a sigh, wings folding neatly behind her and a slightly too-desperate smile on her tired face.
[identity profile] ariemorytwo.livejournal.com
sequela@hogwarts.IntraNet.net posted:

Hello. How are you? I am new to Hogwarts and have some questions of the kind new people sometimes think and seldom have the opportunity to ask.

Do you like your House? What is the best thing about it? What is your least favorite thing about it?

Do you like Hogwarts? What is the best thing about it? What is your least favorite thing about it?

What is the funniest thing the Hat has ever done to you or a person you know?

What is the worst thing the Hat has ever done to you or a person you know?

Who is the handsomest man at Hogwarts? Who is the most beautiful woman?

Do you like cheese?

Thank you for your time.
[identity profile] for-a-nickel.livejournal.com
As Mike backed through the door, his arms full of a large cardboard box, his first thought was that someone was playing an impressively bad practical joke. This was quickly dismissed, though, for two reasons. In the first place, he rather doubted even Ultra Car had the ambition to pull off turning the stockroom into a medieval castle, and in the second, he was pretty sure that most of the people at the store knew better than to target him if they felt prankish. It just wasn't worth it.

So that probably meant something weird was going on. Mike could handle that. Being abducted by aliens as a toddler, given super-human strength and endurance, and growing up to be part of a secret government taskforce to fight said aliens would do that to a person. Not to mention working retail. He dropped the box in a way that would probably have made several of his coworkers wince, and ambled over to look at the application. The quill skittered away from him, showing a remarkable sense of self preservation for a writing implement.
Your mom allowed me to elucidate. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _your mom___
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _your mom___.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _your mom___.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _your mom___
[identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com

The first thing he realized was that he had a screaming headache. It wasn’t the kind that was brought on by spending too much time drinking, or even getting cracked on the head. The second thing was that his cheek was resting on something cool and hard. Stone? What the hell?

The hunter’s eyes snapped open and he pulled himself to his feet.

I got your cut right here.. )

[identity profile] misterbliss.livejournal.com
((OOC: Mr. Bliss is taken from the events before his death, during the Battle of Aranmore Farm. This includes his appearances up until the climax of Skulduggery Pleasant: The Faceless Ones (b3). A warning for the possibility of spoilers. Pleasant muns approved.))

He had a huge, intimidating figure and personally known for three main aspects; firstly: His calmness in the face of change; which proved itself now as he surveyed the stone room with his pale eyes. Secondly - and perhaps even thirdly - his political mind and deceptive nature; aspects that also didn't go astray with his sister, China Sorrows, who was the reason for his getting mixed up in all this. Mr. Bliss was a tall man, 6'7'', with broad shoulders and a shaved head, clothed in a fine navy blue suit. His gaze was always a cutting one, an unnerving characteristic. While his sister was the cunning fox, he was the focused hound. She normally found herself cornered by the snake in some predicament - it was his job as the eldest to protect her - putting aside, of course, the multiple times they'd tried to kill each other in the past, with no avail.

He looked down at what he'd been spirited in front of; a desk. On the desk was a roll of parchment, a quill accompanied by its ink well, and by the quill was a white card, bent so it peaked on the desktop. Embossed on it was: Mr. Bliss, in Edwardian Script. He picked it up and read it. It was detailed instructions on how to answer the questionnaire, or rather, the 'Application'. Noting that the quill would react to his voice. He didn't frown, glare or scowl. He didn't even talk. He just took his seat.

Allow me to elucidate... )

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Mr. Bliss.
I have read the
[info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Mr. Bliss.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Mr. Bliss.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Mr. Bliss."
[identity profile] chinasorrows.livejournal.com
((OOC: In the Skulduggery Pleasant canon, when a person first sees China Sorrows, they fall instantly in love. The ability isn't gender bias, it will affect men and women equally. In addition, within the canon, is the susceptibility to control somone once their name is known. These abilities may or may not affect the characters at Hogwarts if that is the mun's preference. If you think it will be fun to play into it, e.g. to let a character fall for China, then you'll need to let me know through OOC or pm. For more information on China, check her user profile. Her mun.))

China Sorrows; her hair, black as deepest sin, framed her face while her eyes, as pale as her brother’s had been, scanned the sorting room. The heavy doors closed behind her with a soft fwump. The skirt she wore was a light green, and the jacket was of a green deeper than a thousand crushed emeralds. Her necklace was exquisite, having cost two very fine men their lives. At times, she wore it as a tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, she wore it because it went well with the skirt.

China walked to the desk at the far end of the room, situated below the large arched windows that overlooked the lush grounds of the castle. When she sat down in the chair the quill, having been unanimated next to a scruffy piece of parchment, became animated, standing at attention on its gold-point. China eyed it. A small smile graced her lips. She noticed that as she leant in to read the parchment, the quill was slowly turning clockwise on the desktop, grinding into the grain. Curious, she thought.

At the parchment’s top it explained that any verbal answers would be written down by the quill. The addendum and questions were all written in the elegant, Edwardian script. She was intrigued. She read on.

Allow me to elucidate... )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus  faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __China Sorrows__
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __China Sorrows__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __China Sorrows__.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __China Sorrows__"
[identity profile] whitecloth.livejournal.com
The large doors to the Sorting Room opened and the White Queen rushed in, hands up as she crossed the stone floor and ended with a small pirouette. She let out a sigh at the immaculacy of the room, “Oh, goodness gracious. This is quite fine, fine indeed.” She smiled. Lifting her head, she made her breezy way towards the desk she was needed at, a piece of parchment and a quill on its surface. She looked towards the fine chair and slipped in sideways, placing her rump on the well crafted upholstery. She smiled again, her pale face awash with the light in the Sorting Room, her eyes half lidded.

She leant forward,, hands still up, but not quite under management. She read the questions that presented themselves on the crisp parchment...
 Allow me to elucidate. )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____White Queen________
I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____White Queen_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____White Queen______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______White Queen_______


[identity profile] edomedpeddler.livejournal.com
((OOC: As stated before, you don't really have to sign up to participate, nor do you have to have been involved in prior classes. If the hexagrams or trigrams do not show up for you, I am sorry, but I'm not sure which coding needs to be enabled to allow that [for me, I can see both fine at home, but at work I can't see the hexagrams, but then, I also use different operating systems and my home system is set up so I can switch languages]. One of the pages I'm linking to has pictures of the hexagrams, so don't worry too much if you see weird symbols that apparently have nothing to do with the lesson [question marks, boxes with weird things in them, however your browser/system renders them]. So, yeah, basically weird encoding warning ;) )).

Kusuriyuri knelt before the class, watching as the students filed in. On each table was a small bag containing three round coins with square holes in them as well as a blank handout. At the end of the lesson, it would show the meanings of the sixty-four hexagrams made from the eight trigrams written on the board. He watched the students as they alternately toyed with the coins and paper or simply sat, waiting.
Lines, lines, everywhere... )
[identity profile] grandmasteryoda.livejournal.com
There was something of a mess in the Great Hall.

On one of the long tables, Yoda sat, surrounded by felt squares, fake fur, pillow stuffing, buttons, needle, and thread. "Shoo," he told a house elf who tentatively tried to pick up some of the discarded scraps of felt. "Recycled into something else, that can be, yes." He was not exactly sure what yet, but there would doubtless be some use for small rectangular scraps of felt at some point in the future.

He picked up his needle and thread and finished sewing the final detail onto his masterpiece: a triangle of fake brown fur under something that could be described as a mouth if one was feeling generous. Satisfied, he sat back and giggled to himself, holding up the finished project.

Voila, a cuddly stuffed bantha!
[identity profile] elegantsamurai.livejournal.com
((I actually had this done on Monday, and it's Friday in some parts of the world :D Anyways, Open RP which means you can RP out with either Mello or Yukimura or with each other. And, as long as you make it clear in your tag that you're talking to one of mine, I'll reply [doesn't need to be in the subject, in the narrative is fine]. Enjoy :D ))

It was too cold for idlers to be comfortable outside, though those who were active could ignore the climate. But, the purpose of this match was not to train, but rather as an exhibition type match for those watching.

There had been protests, which had been settled with a quick spar.

Though the stated reason for the exhibition was that the distraction of a crowd of watchers and the pressure of having to perform in front of them was vital, the real reason Yukimura had for wanting to hold this match was that Kuronue and the Baron had made mention of wishing to see such a match. Though, if one were to ask which mattered more and the samurai were to answer honestly, one would find out it was Kuronue’s influence that convinced him.

The only concession to Mello’s pride that had been made was that Yukimura would not use any ‘demon’ tricks on him. Many of the ‘tricks’ Mello called ‘demonic’ were the result of fighting hanyou rather than any demonic ability on his part. He had yet to subject Mello to anything approaching his full ability.

Which was not to say that Yukimura was taking it easy on Mello. He pushed Mello hard, forcing him to focus only on their lessons rather than the swarm of things that seemed to fill the boy’s mind when they trained. That, truly, seemed the most difficult thing for Mello to learn.

Yukimura would admit, though never to Mello himself, that the boy did have talent, for all he was unfocused. He’d watched the boy practice other forms and found his hand-to-hand combat impressive, though he lacked the same focus. Hand-to-hand, though, was a more flexible and fluid form than sword fighting. Or at least the form of sword fighting that Yukimura was working on beating into Mello’s body and brain.

An exhibition would also show Yukimura how much of his teaching had truly made it into Mello’s consciousness.

Yukimura relaxed against one of the pillars that appeared in the Room of Requirement when it became the dojo for their practice. He watched people filter in from his place within the shadows. He was dressed in a dark-colored Chinese-style fighting uniform, his bared arms crossed over his chest, his entire posture speaking of relaxation.

Mello was across the room, kneeling, his katana sheathed before him. His hands were fisted, resting on his thighs, close to his hips. It was the proper posture for a student, though it was obvious to Yukimura that Mello was not thrilled about taking it. He believed himself to be beyond a student. He’d barely become reconciled to the fact that Yukimura, a mere human, could easily defeat him.
Ladies and gentlemen, the show of shows )
[identity profile] weaponized-love.livejournal.com
Owl to all Pilots and Anchors )

((OOC: The objectives for each pilot are therefore:
- Form ANIMa
-- Set wards (Failure will harm a random Non-pilot character with a Relationship to that Pilot. This means something in Bliss Stage terms, but screw that; it's just an excuse for the mods and muns to be Cruel.)
--- Destroy Bliss Generators Flower... music... things. (Muns, at your option, if someone fails, have someone close to them Bliss Out... temporarily, for teh dramaz.)
---- Scan sun (only one pilot needs to succeed at this.)
----- ?????
------ PROFIT!


PILOTS! ANCHORS! TO YOUR STATIONS! Last chance to join the Corps!

And o rite, others can't participate in the mission, but, you know, feel free to comment on how lulzy it is.))
[identity profile] weaponized-love.livejournal.com
So Keenan is going to do his level best to take out the Baby Sun tomorrow, and he's going to do it with a hastily slapped together ANIMa Corps of Hogwarts.

Going to bullshit this as a mission under Bliss Stage rules, ifn' no one minds.

Keenan is Pilot 00, anchored by Primavera; Rat is Pilot 01, anchored by Sage; Brienne, 02; Coraline (anchored by Beowulf), 03.
The slots will fill. 2 slots left, guise, for 04 and 05.
Why yes, this game was based on Evangelion, how could you tell?

Bliss Stage: Abridged Stage rules )

After Operation Archer, i'll get to Interlude bits, and how one levels up to Intimacy 5. :D

Just for an example, heeeeere's Keenan!

Allow me to eluci... errrr, Stat Blocks, yeah! )

NOTE: Also note that we don't all have to be online at the same time so long as there's a definite order - each Pilot will be on one of the five Objectives; once all are complete; Keenan will go "wait whut sun went poof wai?"
[identity profile] i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com
((Jasper's inclusion with permission and additions of his player. If you require Vlad's attention, please say something to this extent in the comment subject line so I don't somehow miss it, thanks!))

The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen wanted his first class to be practical and entertaining, so he had chosen "An Introduction to Muggle Weaponry" as the topic. In order to make the class interesting, he'd decided it would be a hands-on experience, and had negotiated with Basher Tarr to obtain an assortment of Muggle weapons, mainly a quantity of AK-47 assault rifles, along with plenty of ammunition. These had been marked with stenciled letters declaring them "Property of the Muggle Studies Department", and were now stacked up neatly on a table at the front of the room, near some crates bearing the same lettering, and a rocket launcher. A section of the room had been magically expanded, and turned into an indoor firing range, complete with human-shaped targets, and the usual classroom area was equipped with rows of neatly-lined desks.

The Baron remained in a large, comfortable chair at the front of the classroom, his assistant Jasper beside him, and chatted quietly with him about a few details of the lesson plan as he waited for the last students to arrive and seat themselves at the desks. When it seemed that no more were going to appear, he floated up and shut the door with a flick of his wand. The deep, melodic basso of his voice carried easily over the chatter.

"Welcome to Muggle Studies. The subject we'll be covering today is potentially dangerous, so pay attention!"Read more... )
[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com
(To ensure complete and uncompromised anonymity, Lezard actually went to the trouble of typing this while disembodied. How could he type without fingers? The same way a ghost could move objects, perhaps. Ask the videogame programmers. Alternatively, ask Homsar or the Sorting Hat.)


Who is the gayest man in this school? I have some questions for him.
[identity profile] weaponized-love.livejournal.com
A gangly teenage boy in a button-down white shirt and big baggy slacks ambled into the Hogwarts sorting room, idly turning the pages of a manga, with far too much pink and blushing on the cover.

"Epic trap, that," he said with a grin before closing the... work, slipping it into his backpack, getting a pen and filling out the application form.

TOO LONG DIDN'T READ (SIGNED: KC.) )

(OOC: Is that better?)

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